Category: addictioin

like angels, we seek signs of evolving life at the end of the dank, dark, and isolating depressive tunnel like aztec warriors, monster queer muslim and sephardic cylon buddhas resist the proto-fascist cop-enforced kettle we seek solidarity and transcendent love: our sharpest tools in the quest to conquer our past and present trauma and pain …

bad boy drunk by six—kissing some fly stranger’s lips…smoked too many cigarettes today—i’m not happy when i act this way…high on life but stoned on speed—totally consumed by carnal needs…praying for justice and fighting for peace—seducing disciples and seeking relief…black cat nine lives—short days long nights…dancing on the edge trying to fly…heartbeat real strong—but not …

the night is pregnant with possibilities aroused and penetrated by my manic brain…the joy is punctuated with urgency—and i am anything but insane..we are organizing with all our strength to uproot a totalitarian regime—we are fighting to amplify our many struggles using all of our arsenal deployed by any means…my brain is wired with intensity—flying …

electrified by the moon and intoxicated by the stars—i seek fellow travelers in electric clubs and hipster bars…i want forever tonight—i want it deep in my soul—i will accrue passing years but i will never grow old…the future of our tribe lies with the nascent generations arising—we fight for liberation in this moment—we build a …

love rises within and digs in her claws—holding hearts and minds in thrall…sex expresses what’s deep inside—karmic enchantment when she meets his eyes…separation and disintegration—carving up a complicated matrix…life and death—love and rage—there are costs to account for and psychic tolls to pay…the end is hard when two hearts have been interwoven—change is a specter …

the full moon inspires all of my internal intoxicants—serotonin and dopamine flowing like wine to christ’s supplicants…inspired inside by a cosmic symphony of instruments—i gaze with longing at a night sky so pregnant with resonance…pills and potions are the arsenal of my tribe—navigating the bipolar spectrum claiming the richness of our lives…creatively inspired and karmically …

alcohol and adderall—lines of coke fueling pychotic breaks…sex with meth and sex on speed—giving less than i fight to take…my bloodstream is soaked in chemicals—prescribed and otherwise…the neurons in my brain love to play–psychic synapses open fire…the allure of self-medication is potent and profound—its so easy to lose sight of self—to lose footing on …

Its as easy To abuse a person As to abuse a substance To become addicted To a particular prism Through which to view oneself I breathe deeply And try to let go Of the compulsion I feel To connect incessantly And learn to carve independent space For my own thoughts and feelings Breaking any habit …

Psychic pain consumes my brain Haunting caustic always the same Rhythms change but grey remains The color cloaking blood and veins Walking wounded I’m ashamed Of all the things I’ve done in vain Of all the promise laid to waste Of foolish dreams I wish erased Flying high I fell apart Lost my anchor in …

Some things are dangerous to remember Nights flying through streets Lights flashing—sending signals Time slowing—now racing Every corner a new portal Every cluster of people a new stage I played those nights for all they were worth Behind each tinted window I saw a thrill Those manic nights had power There I met my match …

Its as easy To abuse a person As to abuse a substance To become addicted To a particular prism Through which to view oneself I breathe deeply And try to let go Of the compulsion I feel To connect incessantly And learn to carve independent space For my own thoughts and feelings Breaking any habit …